[FrostedWings]

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Last Login: 09/05/2011 2:30 am

Registered: 07/06/2004

Gender: Female

Location: Under your bed

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Moi!

I think it's time to re-do this.My name is Samantha, please call me that :]I like my full name.I have a bunch of piercings.Eight in my right ear and seven in my left.I still have my snake bites.Don't have my two eyebrow piercings anymore.Got my tongue pierced.And 5 (soon 6) tattoos.I'm slightly addicted.I have a huge heart.Which is amazingly taken by this kid named Ahtraihue.And I wouldn't have it any other way <3

My Dislikes:Some of the genetic traits I inherited.Being cold even though you have like four layers onHow bitter Chicago's weather is.IceBeing lateHaving to be patient.

Personality:I'm probably one of the most caring people you'll ever meetI won't judge you, so please don't judge me.My tattoos and piercings don't define me.Just give me a little flavor :]I'd give you the shirt off my back before you could even finish asking me for it.Go ahead.PM me, I don't mind :3

I want you to knowone thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

My favorite poem. Author: Pablo Neruda.

Life status: I found this kid named Ahtraihue. He's pretty cool I guess. razzI'm pretty sure I love him more than I've ever loved another person.I'm pretty sure he completes me, seeing as he fixed all the breaks and missing pieces in my heart.

Well then it seems as though you have your hands full with taking care of your pops, I had to hlp my grandpa twords the end of his days and that was tuff but the fact there falily makes it easier to deal with :} and in the same breath harder to deal with :]
What happened with you? Who? What? Where? When? Why? hmm? Fess!!!